
In 2004, the new year was just beginning for us. The holidays were over, our two kids were safely back at their homes, and I was starting to think that the Christmas tree needed to be tackled next...but it could wait a day or two...or maybe longer.
On January 9th, at FOUR IN THE MORNING, the doorbell rang at our home.
My husband headed to the door thinking, "Who in the world is here at this hour?"
Almost instantly, he came back to the bedroom and said, "There are two police officers here - they won't say what they want."
Grabbing my robe, I ran to the door. One of the police officers started to extend his hand as if to shake my hand and said, "Could we please sit down?"
Instantly, my knees felt like rubber and the tears began to run down my face when I asked them, "WHICH ONE OF MY KIDS?!" My heart was telling me why they were here.
Personally, I did not want to hear him saying that he was the Chaplin at the St Joseph Police Dept., as I repeated "Which one of my Kids?"
He spoke very softly, trying to offer his sympathies. Finally, I heard him say: "Mark..."
As my knees weakened and I found the sofa, my husband asked, "How did it happen?"
The other officer said they didn't have complete information other than the fact that it involved a mountain lion...
I kept telling myself this cannot be REAL-it's a dream-- it HAS to be a DREAM. After all, I just talked with Mark yesterday. He was leaving to go to Phoenix with the motocross riders he represented and he would call me on Monday,
Then, he said simply, "Mom, I love you."
Through the years of raising our 2 kids there was a mutual understanding and awareness "As a child they were important"so we always strived to never put off until tomorrow what they needed today. Dinner was together as a family, we attended the activities they were involved in, we spent time each day with them to really listen to them and to know how their day was (all the important stuff) They knew their friends were welcome at a moment's notice for dinner at our house.
They both knew and understood the word Love and it was expressed every day in our home.
When you live through such a tragic accident as a parent, you never get over the loss of your child and there is never an understanding of why it happened in the first place.

The only thing that my husband and I were sure of at that moment was that Mark's legacy had to continue. Mark had begun personal yearly donations of bicycles and helmets to underprivileged kids, and that had to continue as well, so we made this happen by starting the Mark Reynolds Fund (www.markreynoldsfund.org).
This has helped to create awareness and understanding that biking is important in every child's life. There is much more to a bike than just two wheels, after all!
Here are some of the lessons and priorities of the Mark Reynolds Fund:
· Bikes create a healthy lifestyle for kids.
· Biking for kids with disabilities is important, too.
· Awareness and understanding that helmets are required when biking.
· Awareness and understanding that biking gives children the freedom to roam to approved destinations.
· Understanding the rules of the road, stop signs, crossing at corners, etc.
· Bikes teach kids responsibility of taking care of the bike itself.
· Bikes help to build self confidence in kids.
· Awareness and understanding that bikes can be dangerous without parental guidance
· Biking can help kids do better in school.
· Awareness that bikes are a personal achievement for many kids.
· Bikes teach basic mechanics
· Biking really is the first step in drivers education.
· Support safe routes to schools for kids to bike (and walk) to school
Our gift of love, creating Understanding and Awareness for underprivileged children, has helped us to weather the healing process of losing our child. We continue to distribute bicycles across the country to underprivileged kids today.
In case you were wondering, that is a photo above of our beloved son Mark. To learn more about his fund, visit
www.markreynoldsfund.org
I am so sorry for your loss. I can not imagine what you have gone through. What a wonderful way to honor your son, his life and your memories.